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Brandishing in her hand a spunk with which she had been making the porridge for supper, she cried in a voice that reached every ear: "What's this I hear o' 't! Come oot o' that, Lizzy, ye limmer! Ir ye gauin' frae ill to waur, i' the deevil's name!" It was Meg Partan. She sent the congregation right and left from her, as a ship before the wind sends a wave from each side of her bows.
"These Hielands of ours, as we ca' them, gentlemen, are but a wild kind of warld by themsells, full of heights and howes, woods, caverns, lochs, rivers, and mountains, that it wad tire the very deevil's wings to flee to the tap o' them.
Exclamations were uttered by all the bystanders, and every eye was fixed on Richard, who felt ready to sink to the ground. "I affirm he is bewitchit," continued the King; "and wha sae likely to do it as the glamouring hizzie that has ensnared him? She has ill bluid in her veins, and can chant deevil's cantrips as weel as the mither, or ony gyre-carline o' them a'."
"Waiter! bring a pack of cards." "What's that ye're wantin'?" asked Mr. Bishopriggs, doubting the evidence of his own senses. "A pack of cards," repeated Arnold. "Cairds?" echoed Mr. Bishopriggs. "A pack o' cairds? The deevil's allegories in the deevil's own colors red and black! I wunna execute yer order. For yer ain saul's sake, I wunna do it.
Drunkards frae the breast! harlots frae the cradle! damned before they're born! John Calvin had an inkling o' the truth there, I'm a'most driven to think, wi' his reprobation deevil's doctrines!" "Well but Mr. Mackaye, I know nothing about these poor creatures." "Then ye ought. What do ye ken anent the Pacific?
"These Hielands of ours, as we ca' them, gentlemen, are but a wild kind of warld by themsells, full of heights and howes, woods, caverns, lochs, rivers, and mountains, that it wad tire the very deevil's wings to flee to the tap o' them.
Ere he reached the end of the long avenue, however, a ball whistled past him, and the report of a pistol was heard. 'It was that deevil's buckle, Callum Beg, said Alick; 'I saw him whisk away through amang the reises.
As for him that sent me, I will let his token speak." And I showed the silver button. "Put it in your pocket, sir!" cries he. "Ye need name no names. The deevil's buckie, I ken the button of him! And de'il hae't! Where is he now!" "It's been always my opinion that I would hang in a tow for this family of mine," he cried, "and, dod! I believe the day's come now! Get a ship for him, quot' he!
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